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Now there's a shame. Certain we could lurch uncertainly through space at near twice our current rate with a touch of ingenuity. Aye. Suppose I'll have to weigh the risks and benefits of taking up praying to the buachailleen runnin' the lockers.

I'll cross my fingers for you. I can't say I've had much luck with them, I think the most interesting thing I ever got from them was a model of the Enterprise.

Hardly any shame in that, captain. She's a fine ship to keep on display.

You can say that again.

Perhaps the next time you procure me a drink or two. Or bottle, I shan't fuss over the details.

We'd each have to take a break in order to do that.

Perhaps in captaining. Down below, we consider it more a pick me up.

[well when you put it that way]

Maybe it's time I picked up a few shifts down there again.

A pleasure to have you, captain. With, ah, proper supervision, of course.

[His engines, Jim. You don't even know.]

Scotty, come on. I've been in and out of that engine room for eighteen months, you don't really think I'm going to break anything, do you?

[....unsure]

Not with malicious intent, I'm certain, sir.

Are— are you calling me incompetent?

Oh, certainly not, sir. Just hadn't known you to have a interest.

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